So, R. Kelly and that girl from BET who slept with LisaRaye’s husband were shaking ass and shit in Chicago this past weekend, and at some point this happened. I don’t know how this mystery woman managed to get her Stanley Steemer so close to Robert’s nostrils, but frankly I’m disgusted. Not because she’s making the singer sniff her fish box — I’m sick at that horrible ass outfit she’s displaying. Pay attention, ladies! This is something you don’t wear to the club, unless you’re out of cash advance sources and have resorted to giving sucky in the bathroom to keep your lights on.
Fuckery experienced at Necole Bitchie!
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